Her great, almond-shaped, black eyes appeared like those of an Oriental dancer, and were yet further prolonged by skillful retouching of shadows that augmented the seductive contrast with her dull gold hair.
The whiteness of her skin became very evident when her arm showed outside her sleeve and at the opening of her low-necked dress.

But this whiteness was now temporarily effaced by a ruddy mask.

Her vigorous beauty had been fearlessly exposed to the sun and the breath of the sea, and a scarlet triangle emphasized the sweet curve of her bosom, accentuating the low cut of her gown.

Upon her sunburned throat a necklace of pearls hung in moonlight drops.

Further up, in a face tanned by the inclemency of the weather, the mouth parted its two scarlet, bow-shaped lips with an audacious and serene smile, showing the reflection of her strong and handsome teeth.
Ferragut reviewed his past without finding a single woman that could be exactly compared with her.